MMB Chapter 1514 Just an Experiment
Chapter 1514 Just an Experiment
“No, Chen Jun,” the bald man’s voice continued, a rusty, metallic scraping sound emanating from his throat. His cloudy eyes stared stubbornly at him, churning with a mixture of fanaticism and obsession. “You and we are the true kindred spirits. We are the pioneers who took the first step on the evolutionary ladder. Look at this world, those mediocre, fragile beings, bound by short lifespans and base desires—what are they? Merely lower beings, expendable resources, necessary reference points in our exploration of higher forms… or,” he grinned, his yellow teeth glaringly obvious in the dim light, “experimental materials.”
He spread his short, thick hands with oddly knuckled fingers, making a slightly exaggerated gesture as if trying to embrace the dilapidated space before him. Although the action looked incredibly comical given his short, stout figure and slovenly attire, his tone carried an unsettling, self-righteous seduction: "You can choose to stand with us. Share the power of this world, even redefine its rules. That's what makes us worthy of our power, that's the vision and perspective a strong person should have!"
Chen Jun's lips twitched, revealing an undisguised, almost sarcastic smile, but his eyes were sharp and cold, dissecting the other's words like a scalpel: "Same kind? You seem to remember very clearly what I just said. I'm the Chief Instructor of the Three Armed Forces, the President of the National Academy of Sciences, the Chief Weapons Designer, and incidentally, I solved the cancer problem." With each title he uttered, the chill in his tone intensified, each word like an icicle. "And what about you? What do you have? Is it the 'merit' of slaughtering civilians, or the 'achievement' of transforming yourself into this inhuman, grotesque form? What makes you think that I, Chen Jun, would be the same kind as someone like you... who isn't even 'human'?"
These words were precise and venomous, like a red-hot iron rod, piercing straight into the most vulnerable and illusory seams of the bald man's fanatical self-perception.
The muscles on his face twitched violently a few times, and the feigned calm in his cloudy eyes, which were trying to maintain an air of detachment, was instantly shattered, revealing his embarrassed embarrassment and a hint of shock and anger at having his sore spot touched.
Each of the achievements Chen Jun listed is a solid monument to the progress of civilization and the protection of the nation and its people. Yet, all he possesses is this superhuman strength and a disregard for life—utterly empty. This contrast is stark and cruel, stripping away all self-deception and pretense.
The bald man made a strange gurgling sound in his throat, like a broken bellows struggling to draw air. He opened his mouth, but was choked and couldn't find any words to retaliate, leaving only heavy breathing.
Chen Jun didn't pause at all. He took a small half-step forward, his aura sharp and razor-sharp, continuing to tear at the other party's pathetic fig leaf: "In my opinion, you are not some bullshit 'advanced humans,' but just a bunch of pitiful and pathetic experimental subjects. You've been patched up with technology from who-knows-where, your minds filled with insane delusions, and you really think you're gods above all living beings? Advanced humans?" He sneered, the last three words squeezed out through clenched teeth, filled with utter contempt, "I... spit on you!"
"You're asking for it—!!!"
That spit was like the last spark that ignited a powder keg.
The bald man completely broke down; all the pretense of sophistication on his face crumbled, leaving only primal, ferocious violence.
He roared and took a deep breath. His cheeks swelled up rapidly in a way that defied physiological structure, like two inflated balloons. The veins on his neck and temples bulged like earthworms, and the traces of airflow could be faintly seen under his skin!
"Chen Jun! Since you dare to oppose the 'Abyss,' you are destined to be forever plunged into darkness! I gave you a way to live, but you refused; then die—!!"
His fist, swung out like a high-pressure air gun, slammed into Chen Jun!
"Just this?" Chen Jun didn't even move much, only slightly lowered his shoulders and glided naturally with his feet like flowing water, narrowly avoiding the direct impact of the foul wind, his clothes fluttering in the air.
His eyes remained calm as a deep pool, without any ripples. "Then I really need to consider where your sophistication lies."
The moment he finished speaking, his right hand, which had been hanging by his side, suddenly rose up. The standard-issue pistol that had been seized earlier was now in his hand. The muzzle was locked in the trajectory of the rise, and without any warning or aiming, the flash of light burst rapidly in the dark building!
boom!boom!boom!boom!
The bullets tore through the heavy air, whistling deadly, almost in a straight line, heading straight for the bald man's exposed chest and abdomen!
However, after the muffled thud of the bullet hitting its target, Chen Jun's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. The bullet had indeed struck, tearing several holes in the man's wrinkled gray suit and ripping open the flesh beneath, leaving bleeding bullet wounds. But that was all.
Instead of tearing through tissue, creating a terrible cavity effect, and causing instantaneous incapacitation as would be normal, the warhead seemed to have penetrated into an extremely dense and tough synthetic material. Its kinetic energy was absorbed and dispersed in a strange and efficient way, embedding itself less than a finger's depth into the body surface before coming to a standstill due to exhaustion.
The bald man didn't even flinch when he was shot.
He simply lowered his head, glancing with a mixture of subtle pain and utter disdain at the small holes in his chest from which dark red blood was seeping. Then, he stretched out his right hand, his thumb and forefinger nails becoming unusually thick and sharp, like the claws of a wild beast, and casually, even roughly, dug into the flesh around the bullet holes, forcibly prying out the deformed bullets one by one, tossing them onto the concrete ground at his feet like discarded trash.
"Ding...dong...ding dong..."
The metal bullet struck the ground with a crisp, chilling sound, accompanied by a few drops of viscous blood.
"Ha...hahaha! General Chen!" The bald man threw his head back and let out an even more ear-piercing and maniacal laugh, which echoed in the empty, abandoned building. "If you had brought an anti-materiel sniper rifle, I might have taken cover! This piece of junk?" He used his blood-stained hand to forcefully pound his muscular, bullet-riddled chest, producing dull "bang bang" sounds, like the beating of a broken drum. "It's not even enough to tickle me! It's not powerful enough!"
Amidst his maniacal laughter, he abandoned all semblance of "grace" or "composure," replaced by a pure, ruthless, and oppressive aura, like the advance of a heavy tank. He strode forward, each step sending up a wisp of dust from the ground, pressing closer to Chen Jun, his eyes filled with nothing but naked bloodlust.
“It seems you won’t understand the difference in ‘levels’ until you experience it firsthand.” Chen Jun’s expression was calm as he casually tossed aside the empty magazine of his pistol with a soft clang. At the same time, he flicked his wrist at his side, and the heavy cleaver that his opponent had previously discarded and that he had quietly hooked with his foot to grab was now firmly in his hand, the blade still bearing traces of undried blood.
Just as the bald man stepped into the optimal attack range he had predicted, Chen Jun moved! The movement was concise and without any redundancy: twisting his waist, extending his shoulder, and swinging his arm, the cleaver drew a sharp, bright arc, slashing down from above, aiming directly at the vital point connecting the left shoulder and neck of the opponent!
The bald man had clearly anticipated Chen Jun's speed; his cloudy eyes darted around as he tried to dodge to the side. However, his bulging muscles and seemingly sluggish nerve responses slowed his movements. He realized it, but his body was a fraction too slow!
"Pfft—!"
The dull thud of the blade piercing flesh was exceptionally clear. This cut was many times more penetrating than a bullet! The sharp blade cleaved through the skin and flesh, embedding itself deeply near his left shoulder blade, and blood gushed out like a small fountain, tracing a tragic and beautiful path in the dim light.
However, the blade also encountered strong resistance. After striking an exceptionally hard part, it made a slight "click" sound and got stuck, unable to advance any further or be pulled out.
Chen Jun struck decisively and without hesitation, immediately releasing his grip on the knife. He lightly glided backward several steps as if weightless, regaining a safe distance. His breathing was steady, and his sharp eyes observed his opponent's reaction.
"Ugh—!" The bald man roared in pain and anger, reaching his right hand behind his back to try and pull out the knife that was deeply embedded in his shoulder blade. However, due to the angle and the intense pain, he was unable to succeed for a moment, and instead, more blood gushed from the wound.
Chen Jun steadied himself, nodded slightly, and spoke calmly as if he were evaluating a sample in a laboratory: "The muscle density, bone strength, and local tissue toughness do indeed exceed the physiological limits of normal humans, reaching the level of some kind of biological modification. The cutting effect of cold weapons is also limited."
His gaze, like the most precise scanner, swept over the other's body, which trembled slightly from rage and pain. His tone suddenly turned cold: "However, the flaws are also obvious. Your 'experiment' has a severely mismatched neural reaction speed with your surging strength. Or rather, the excessive muscle strengthening and possible bone growth have created a burden, affecting the efficiency of motor nerve conduction and body coordination. Great strength comes at the cost of sacrificing some agility and precise control, right?"
While calmly analyzing the situation, his footwork was nimble and unpredictable, like a ghost, perfectly dodging the heavy punches that his opponent swung wildly in pain and rage. The fist, accompanied by a howling wind, was terrifying in its power, and slammed into the exposed brick wall beside him, instantly shattering the bricks and sending debris flying, the air compressed and producing a muffled boom.
"Roar! Roar roar—!!"
The bald man became even more agitated, his eyes bloodshot. He completely lost his composure, relying solely on brute force to unleash a barrage of punches, each one powerful enough to shatter stone.
However, Chen Jun's movements were unpredictable, and he could always dodge the punch with minimal movement at the last moment before it hit his body.
His physical abilities are the result of countless life-and-death battles, extreme training, and rigorous scientific potential development. They are the result of breaking through human limitations in all aspects without any shortcomings. His physical abilities have long since reached a state of perfection, and are completely smooth and free without any side effects.
Speed, reaction, flexibility, explosive power, and precise control over every muscle in the body are perfectly integrated into a near-instinctive art of combat.
After dodging more than a dozen of the opponent's ferocious yet clear-cut and unchanging attacks, the light in Chen Jun's eyes became increasingly clear and calm.
He had basically figured out the monster's limits.
With maxed-out strength and amazing defense, agility is a clear weakness. The fighting style is crude and straightforward, relying more on instinct than skill. Emotions are easily out of control, and rationality drops rapidly after being injured—a typical, brutal, and imperfect product of a strength-centric biological modification.
"Just an experiment. I knew it. What bullshit gods, just advanced humans."
During the decisive battle, Chen Jun, having figured out the enemy's strengths and weaknesses, let out a cold laugh.
He decided to fight back.
It must be admitted that the superhuman strength and terrifying defense displayed by this modified "experiment" would be a formidable threat to Lu Da or Zhang Tie if they were to deal with it. Even if they were experienced elites, they would likely be in dire straits and suffer heavy losses.
Those monsters that could withstand bullets with their bare bodies and possessed strength so overwhelming that they could split rocks and shatter monuments were beyond the scope of conventional tactics and physical combat by ordinary people.
However, for Chen Jun, the situation was quite different.
He himself is a walking monument that has broken through multiple human physiological limits.
Unless the other side can bring in a whole squad of equally bizarre "experiments" to gang up on him, or lock onto him with a high-precision sniper rifle from hundreds of meters away, close-quarters combat based on physical clashes, like the one right now, is precisely the battlefield where Chen Jun excels and can best utilize his strengths.